It is in times of joy that we know who we want to be. It is in conflict that we find out the truth of who we are.
We are at war, every day.
Today is your day. This is the time. And we need you.
Perhaps we don’t have gauntlets. We don’t have shields and swords. We cannot always expect to conquer and restore with brute strength, and must instead prevail with our character and spirit.
Such weapons seem far less effectual then we would like. We feel as though we are standing on the battle field unclothed, seen for what we truly are. Meek.
But every inch we move toward grace, toward love, is an inch more toward something greater.
It is with arms outstretched to those around us who hurt and who are broken, cruciform in appearance, that we will welcome grace to enter in.
It is with a heart that seeks to love, understand and give grace that we can actually see the broken around us for what they truly are without begrudging them their pain.
It is with your will that you can choose today to step out and inspire the people behind you to do the same.
No Man’s Land is the place we cross when all other methods do not work, when we need to make a new way. I believe in a Christ who crossed no man’s land and made a way, so that we can do the same by His hand. Where He tread so shall we. In the dark of the tomb where He turned death to life, so shall we leave darkness behind, giving way to a dawn of a new type justice. One where hope wins.
Empathy knows no usual suspects. Neither do courage and loyalty, honor and strength.
In you, I see these things. Riding freely through a field of gold, arms outstretched without fear. Just as I see it before a field that we are told we cannot cross.
When they fire at you, you can take it. And when you want to throw in the towel is when you will have to fight the hardest.
Because what you do is not up to them. Because pain makes you stronger. Because you see that what they deserve, you also deserve. But it is not the portion you are given.
Your cup, your portion, is wonder. Beyond logic and reasoning.
And so you give your portion to others who deserve the same as you once did. Because this is what you believe.
Walk on, my girls.
This article originally appeared at This Heart.